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“Pick always told me how much he loved your pussy,” Dad sneered in my ear, pounding into me hard and fast, hitting so deep that I could feel him against my cervix. I bit back a scream. “So, this is for him.”

I should’ve told Akio when I had the chance, but the thought of him knowing about this … made everything in me hurt so badly. I wanted someone to know, but did that someone have to be Akio? Yet if it wasn’t Akio, nobody else would help me.

“Dad,” I whispered.

“Shut the fuck up, bitch,” he growled, lacing his hand into my hair and slamming my head down on the cushions repeatedly.

I gasped for air every single time he pulled me back up, the glue from my fake lashes loosening and the lashes falling into my eyes.

“Please,” I cried whenever I could. “Stop.”

“That’s it.” He shoved my face against the cushion and did not pull back. “Beg to live.”

In a weak attempt to breathe, I opened my mouth as wide as I could, only sucking in the cushion. I flailed my arms back, the pressure making it harder and harder to breathe. I shoved back against him as hard as I could, still not getting anywhere.

“Beg me to let you live,” Dad snarled. “Just like your sister did.”

Tears burned my eyes as my throat closed up. I pushed one last time with everything that I had, but I still wasn’t strong enough. Stars danced in my vision. When my limbs went limp at my sides, Dad pulled my head up.

Pain shot through my head, and I looked around in a daze, trying to grasp hold of my surroundings and to breathe. Dad slapped me hard across the face to wake me out of the daze he had put me in, and I blinked a couple of times.

He smacked me again, then slammed into me.

Smack. Slam. Smack. Slam. Smack. Slam.

My head fell forward. I didn’t have the strength to keep it upright anymore. I placed my hands back on the couch in front of me and drew my fingers against the soft material, using it as a way to center me back in the room. I needed to find a way out of this, or he’d kill me tonight.

“Dad,” I grumbled, “p-please.”

Dad slipped his hands around my throat and squeezed harder every time he pounded into me. “I love hearing my girls beg for their lives. So, beg, Nikki. Beg for me.” He squeezed harder. “Beg me better than your sister did.”

My eyes burned, and I opened my mouth, but I couldn’t physically say anything. I grasped at his wrists and dug my nails into the flesh as hard as I could, drawing blood. “P-please, s-s-s-sto-o-o-p.”

“Tell me what you want to live for,” he growled. “Tell me that you want to live for me!”

I squeezed my eyes closed and saw Akio staring down at me with those soft eyes, begging me to tell him who had hurt me so they would never hurt me again. His laugh drifted through my ears. His smile replayed in my mind.

“I want to live,” I cried, but it was getting harder and harder to breathe. “But not for you.”

“What?” he roared. “What the fuck did you just say?!”

Ripping my nails into the cushion, I forced my eyes open. I feared that if I closed them, then I would pass out, and if I passed out, then I didn’t doubt that he would kill me tonight. I glared at the window ahead of us.

“I want to live for you,” I corrected. “I want to live for you! I want to live for?—”

Just as his name was about to leave my mouth, I spotted the bushes on the side of the house rustling against the window. It was subtle, and it could’ve just been from the snow and wind outside, but then Akio peered into the window.

My eyes widened.

“Akio …”

CHAPTER

FIFTY-FIVE

AKIO

In less than a second, I stood at Nicole’s front door and yanked on the handle with all my might. When the door didn’t budge, I slammed my shoulder into it repeatedly, shouting nearly at the top of my lungs.

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